30 June 1950 – Inchcock
Thursday 30th June 2016
I stirred around 0300hrs, presumably due to a dream I was having, as I jumped awake with memories of it musing around my brain. T’was about my younger years, the house seemed very lifelike and details I recalled about the kitchen were amazing – unless I’d crated them in my dream? The gas stove with the Iron irons heating up on the rings were level with my head. I struggled to get them down to use to iron Dad’s uniform on the table, cleared of what bit of food and utensils there were on it, and a blanket put on top to iron over.
I had to stand on one of Dad’s cobbling tool boxes to reach the irons. Every time I tried, the red hot irons would go cold the instant I touched them? I went into the front room and got a dustpan of burning coal from the fire and put in in the sink? Put the irons on top of it and thought I’d done well, but the irons melted and ran down the plug hole? Dad came in and took off and utilised his belt on me, using the buckle end on me… this started all over again and nothing changed?
The reason I can remember so much detail, is cause I got up at that ridiculous hour and wrote it all down, then went back to kip hoping the dream would not reappear. It didn’t.
I woke again around 0430hrs, and was soon on the porcelain throne, no bleeding at all anywhere, that was good!
Made a brew and got the laptop on and wrote about the odd dream, and was inspired to make the graphic above.
Thought of the thinks needing to be done today, glad that no medical appointments were due. I’ve to sort the rubbish bins out. I’ll go to see the gorgeous Olive to have a massage with the pain-gel. Get the thing ready for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour and attend it. Hopefully if I get any photographs I’ll go to Asda (Walmart) in Arnold and get the photographs printed off. Must remember not to get any of those lamb shanks again after the disappointment of last lot.
Had a quick bash on Facebook.
Called in on the way out to see Olive, who considerately massaged some pain-gel into my shoulders.
Off to the Tenants Social Hour at the Community Hut. Very few folks there today, but all seemed to enjoy it all the same.
To the flat and got things for the trip to Arnold. Wee-wee’d.
Down to the lobby and chin-wagged with some residents also waiting for the bus. I was soon in Arnold and getting the few photographs printed.
Got some stuff from Asda (Walmart), TV paper, prepared swede and carrots, Marmite crisps and some Orange chocolate digestive biscuits.
Walked over to the Futon Store and had a wander around. They had a lot of the Lamb Shanks in the fridge, no wonder if others had bought some like the last lot I bought. I bought more stuff there, some Bisto Vegetable granules at what I thought was an amazing price at 39p a pot… found out later they were well out of date. Tsk! And, some more biscuits.
Got to the bus stop, passing the famous disappearing decaying bench, now less one more slat.
The rain started as I travelled back to the flats, but not heavily.
Had a dizzy as I sat there and although I was wedged in the seat with a bag at my feet and one on my knees, I thought I was going to fall out of the seat? Then fought off the urge to fall asleep, managed it though and did not miss the bis-stop for Woodthorpe Court flats.
Walked through the rain and back to the flat. Got in, letter delivered with the INR blood test results from the QMC Anticoagulant Therapy department. Good news, it was almost spot-on target. Next date given for me to make an appointment with the surgery.
Emailed a request to the doctor.
I added this graphicalisation wot I dun of the two Doctors.
Just for a bit of fun like.
Dr Mona Vindler
MBBS, MRCGP, DRCOG, DOccMed London 1988
Dr Andrew Flewitt MBBS BSc (First Hons), DRCOG, DOccMed London 1983.
A pair of good doctors. Mona Vindla is my caring, straight forward and humorous friendly General Practitioner doctor.
They are located at Sherringham Park Surgery on Mansfield Road in Carrington.
I got the nosh on and had a call from gawd knows who. Asian sounding woman who I just could not understand a word she was saying. I apologised and explained in the hope that she would understand me and rang off. An hour or so later, she rang again, same procedure.
Got the nosh cooked and I’m glad to say it was much better than Wednesdays disaster. (Lamb shank)
Beetroot, BBQ pork sausage, those Rooster chips that Martin Shuttlecock recommended (Very nice too), and potato cakes. Plain yoghourt with added honey.
Had an apple, banana and some biscuits later. Feeling rough like I did, I was surprised I ate so much. Rated this a 9.4/10.
Washed the pots and settled to watch some Law & Order UK episodes on the DVD. It was a losing battle, nodding off all the time, so I put on the Poland vs Portugal match, but still kept drifting off to the land of nod, until I gave up.
Kept waking up throughout the night?